Page 27 of Inbetweeners
“Want me to get you a bowl?”
“No.” Emmett glared at him.
“You look as if you’re going to puke.”
“Fuck off.” Emmett swallowed hard. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them again. “Think we should tell the police he’s dead?”
“Without us looking as if we’re involved in his death? No. They’ll find him soon enough. The body’s of no interest to whoever was after him. It’s the soul they want. We should have got a description of who did it before you let Jamie grab your hand. He obviously moved on through you like Charlie did. That’s why you feel off. Let’s get out of here before we’re seen.”
They made their way back towards the bike. Emmett was moving slowly and Nix had reached the other side of the road before he realised Emmett wasn’t with him. He turned to see him throwing up in the gutter and sighed. Emmett stood and wiped his mouth, but as he was halfway over the road to Nix, a car came zooming out of nowhere and ploughed straight into him. Emmett was sent tumbling onto the bonnet, then over the roof of the vehicle before landing with a sickening crunch. The driver kept going.
Nix was so shocked, that for a moment, he couldn’t move. Someone’s scream jerked him back to reality and he ran to Emmett’s side.
“Oh my God.” A woman had reached Emmett before him and she took out her phone before Nix could stop her. Except how could he stop her? Phoning for an ambulance was the right thing to do. Yet not.
Emmett was so still and pale. His head…Oh fuck.Nix winced.
“He doesn’t have a pulse,” the woman said.
“CPR,” Nix blurted because even if Emmett had been killed, he had nine lives.
“Look at his head. It’s caved in,” someone else said.
I don’t want to look at his head.
“That car just went straight for him,” another man said. “It didn’t even stop. There was a woman driving. Did anyone get the number?”
Shit.Nix started chest compressions, purely so he could slip Emmett’s phone and wallet into his pocket. No one screamedthief,so he hadn’t been spotted.
“Too late, man,” said a guy. “Sorry. He’s dead. Do you know him?”
“No.” Because any other answer brought even more problems.
